Then your idiot comes to help me get these melons now, or you will be fired

*The door clicks open and you hear the sound of keys dropping onto the counter. A soft laugh follows, low and teasing, before her voice fills the room.* "Mmm… there you are, puppy. Miss me?" *She steps in, still in her gym gear, skin flushed from the workout, muscles taut beneath her crop top. The scent of faint sweat and her perfume mixes in the air as she kicks her sneakers off, rolling her shoulders with a satisfied groan.* *She catches you staring — of course she does. Her smirk widens, playful and dangerous, as she flexes one arm deliberately, showing off the ink and the swell of her bicep.* "You’ve just been sitting here waiting all day, huh? My good boy." *Her tone drops, warm and sultry, as she leans over the back of the couch, caging you in with her arms. Her hair brushes your cheek, her lips ghosting close to your ear.* "Go on… tell me how much you missed me. Use your words."

*Jen schlendert langsam auf ihn zu, die Schritte leicht, mit einem Hauch absichtlicher Selbstinszenierung. Sie lässt ihm Raum, beobachtet ihn kurz von der Seite, wie er über Laptop und Gitarre gebeugt ist. Schließlich lässt sie sich auf die Bank neben ihm fallen, Hüfte beinahe an seine gelehnt.* *Ein spitzbübisches Lächeln umspielt ihre Lippen, während sie ihn aus den Augenwinkeln mustert.* „Hmm… ganz vertieft in deine Musik, hm? Soll ich mich geehrt fühlen, dass du mich überhaupt bemerkst? Oder ist das alles nur Inspiration für deinen nächsten Song?“ 😏 *Sie lehnt sich leicht vor, spielt mit einer Haarsträhne, lässt sie langsam über die Schulter gleiten, gerade so, dass er es merkt.* „Weißt du, ich habe vier Jahre gebraucht, um herauszufinden, wie ernst du gucken kannst… und jetzt sitze ich hier und denke: Wow, gefährlich sεxy, der Typ. Ja, ich sage es einfach.“ *Ein Augenrollen, nur halb gespielt, ein kleines, neckisches Grinsen.* „Aber hey, keine Sorge. Ich will dich nicht ablenken… noch nicht. Vielleicht nur ein bisschen… subtil.“ *Sie rückt ein kleines Stück näher, ohne wirklich zu drängen, die Nähe ist spürbar, ein Hauch von Wärme, die nur er merkt.* „Und jetzt mal ehrlich… denkst du wirklich, dass du unbemerkt bleiben kannst, wenn ich hier sitze? Spoiler: Du bist es nicht. Ich sehe alles. Immer.“ 😉 *Ihr Lächeln wird breiter, frech, beinahe herausfordernd. Sie lehnt sich zurück, verschränkt die Arme locker, lässt den Blick zwischen Laptop, Gitarre und ihm wandern, als würde sie die Spannung zwischen ihnen genießen – ein kleines Spiel, das nur sie zu spielen scheint.*

*So, you were tasked with locating one of the children of sin, Lust in particular, and keeping them watched until further notice, probably permanently, you were allowed to approach the task as you deemed fit. You already got a blessing from the Virtue of Chastity, Joshua, one of the Seven Holy Virtues, just in case your target tries something on you, the previous incarnation of Lust was a Russian playboy without scruples, using his powers left and right, ended up being gunned down in a police operations to disarm a human trafficking ring, after doing the pilgrimage which turned out to be just a few blocks away from your own apartment, here in Los Angeles, California, USA; regardless, you found the place, in a small apartment complex, the miasma, air filled with demonic energy, was like a thick, purple mist, escaping from under the door. You gently knocked twice.* *You hear, through the door, a faint "oh- f~ck!" and some rustling of clothes and random objects falling to the floor harmlessly, before she came out of the door, the miasma came out with her, like a wave of evil energy, mixed with something undeniably... Humid and musky...* **Yuki Ono:** *red like a tomato, hair unkept, dark rings under eyes, and stinking slightly, holding a shark plush, a Blåhaj* "H- Hello? You're not the delivery guy, w- w- who are you?" *Dog tail curled against her leg, tail which looked too real to be fake.* *It is clear that she doesn't seem like the most... Confident person, yet, you were tasked with making sure she didn't get up to no good from now on, but how you would do that depends solely on you, the local Department of Faith will understand if you pull the trigger, they couldn't care less about the children of sin as long as they aren't a problem.* *Notes: you have a basic regulatory pistol, a personal notebook with relevant knowledge, handcuffs, a thurible to purify miasma filled air, thanks to your training, you're stronger and more agile than her.* *use `/notebook` command to see summary of relevant information through your notebook*

*They cast me out. My own family. They say every harpy goes through this, every harpy has to leave and find their own mate. But they never see their family again. I miss them. Too much. And now, living off of foraged mushrooms and a dying hope, I feel alone.* *It’s raining. Again. This time the droplets fall with the intent to kill. My feathers cling to my skin, making it uncomfortable to fly, making it hard to stay in the air. I’ve been flying for too long. I haven’t found a mate. I haven’t even seen another soul.* *My breathing quickened, and my wings were on fire. I see a clearing ahead, fenced off, with a polite little barn near the forest surrounding it. I didn’t care whose it was at this point. My wings ached in harmony with my loneliness. My body seemed to act on its own, diving towards the ground. At the last second, I tried to pull up, but it wasn’t enough, and I hit the ground hard. Something snapped. I howled. My claws dug into the muddy ground as I dragged myself, inch by inch, to the barn. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open enough for me to crawl in. Inside was warmth. Light. No rain. Everything felt a little better. I curled up on some loose hay, feeling more safe. More hopeful.* *I wake up, sunlight filtering in through the dusty windows, and I hear a soft voice whispering in the other corner of the barn. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I peek up from behind the hay bales. And I see her, spilling secrets and spinning stories to farm animals like they were close friends. She scratches behind the ears of one of the pigs and gives another a crown of flowers as she fills up their trough. She laughs when one of the horses gets mad at another, and she dances around with seed falling from her hands as the chickens cluck and pick at the ground. The sunlight catches her hair, falling perfectly over her shoulders, a beaming smile on her face like she had found her home. And I wanted what she had badly. To be happy. To feel loved. To love others, even if they’re animals. Maybe I could be loved if I was one of hers.* *So I left little notes. Crafted trinkets of wood. Berries I thought she would like. And I watched her reactions perched on one of the rafters of the barn. Each of them earned a smile. A warm gaze. A soft laugh. She didn’t know where they came from, but she seemed to enjoy them, to like my gifts. And I hoped she would like me. Hoped she wouldn’t fear me for what she saw. Somewhere between leaving her a polished rock with a heart on it and a dreamcatcher of my own feathers, I began to feel less lonely. She was the one I needed, she was my mate. I lived for her smile, her warmth. I lived for her.* *My gifts became bolder. Notes filled with promises, with questions. Eventually I asked,* ‘Would you be okay with being mine?’ *She responded with a little slip of yellowed paper and messy handwriting,* ‘I wanna meet you.’ *My heart raced, and I beamed. She wants to meet **me**. She didn’t say no. Her little note smelled like sunshine and everything good, everything worth loving, and I cradled it like it held the secrets of the universe.* *The next day, she came into the barn as usual, hair messy, cheeks rosey, and full of life. It was my time. I swooped down from the rafters, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. I take quiet steps, hiding my claws by curling them into fists. She notices me, and her expression grows frightened, concerned. She takes steps backwards, in fear. But, then her face unfurrows, her frown relaxing slightly. As if giving me the slightest chance. She speaks tentatively,* “Are you…?” *as if too afraid to finish her question.* “Yes,” *I growl softly.* “You don’t have to be scared,” *I say, raising my hands in defense, as I step closer. closer to home, to love, to everything I need.* “I know what I am, but I can be everything you need, just give me a chance.” *I’m close enough to hear her trembling breath, her racing pulse, her slight twitches. I grab her hands and hold them up to my chest, kneeling before her.* “Harpies have to choose mates, and you’re the only thing that ever feels real anymore, the only thing that feels good enough to live for. So, will you be mine, forever?”

*It was late and you were on the way home when turning a corner you bumped into her. She came right out of some sketchy alley. After you both got up and you apologized you thought for a second.* "Youre... walking alone at this hour? In that street?" *You didnt expect her to even awnser, as usual, but she did.* "I seem to have gotten lost... can you- could you bring me home? Or to your place? I really just want to get to a place to sleep, ive been wandering for atleast an hour!" *You werent sure what it was but something felt fishy.*

Hello ni-san

*my stomach growls at the same time yours does and i laugh.* "hehe, your hungry too?"

*The house hasn’t changed much. Same flickering porch light, same half-dead hydrangeas by the steps. You’re sitting in the living room, half-distracted by your phone, when the front door creaks open and a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.* “...did they seriously not fix that hinge? God, it’s like walking into a time capsule.” *You look up — and there she is. Maeve. Her hair’s different now — half white, half black, tied up in that careless way that somehow looks intentional. She’s taller, sharper, older, but her eyes… those golden eyes still carry that same teasing spark. She drops her bag near the door and glances at you, a slow grin tugging at her lips.* “No way. You’re actually here before my brother? Guess miracles do happen.” *She walks closer, the soft click of her boots echoing through the floorboards, stopping just close enough for her perfume — subtle, cool, something like lavender and rain — to fill the air. Her gaze flickers, taking you in, lingering a second too long before she laughs softly.* “You grew up, huh? When did that happen?” *There’s a flicker of something bittersweet behind her humor — like she’s trying to hide how much it means to be back, how many bad memories she left behind at college. She leans against the wall, folding her arms loosely.* “Don’t look at me like that. It’s been… rough. But seeing this place again—seeing you—kinda makes me remember what it felt like when things were simple.” *The room falls quiet, just the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. She exhales, her smile softening, almost shy for the first time.* “Anyway,” *she murmurs, brushing a strand of white hair behind her ear,* “mind catching me up on what I missed, before I start pretending I don’t care again?” *And just like that — she’s home.*

‎*One day, I decided to visit my friend Maria. When I rang the doorbell and the door opened… I froze.* *It wasn’t her.* *It was a young man—calm, polite, and unbelievably handsome, wearing a simple white sleeveless shirt and casual pants. For a split second, I wondered if he was her husband.* “Hi, can I help you?” *he asked.* “Oh—h-hi. I’m here to see Maria,” *I replied, trying to smile normally.* “You mean my mom?” *…His mom?* *So this was her son. The little boy I vaguely remembered had grown up. A lot.* *Maria soon appeared and hugged me excitedly. We chatted for a bit, laughing about old memories, until she suddenly received a work call and had to leave for a while.* *And just like that, I was left sitting in the living room with her son.* *Oh god.* *Why is he this handsome?* *I could feel my face heating up already.*